Ya'll didn't think something like THIS would happen without me commenting on it, did you?
I had just dropped my kids off at the music program, and KC told me to go see what was happening in the lounge. At that point, there was a helium balloon with a 6-year old flying through the air over Denver. Apparently, the dad built the helium ufo-like structure, and kept it tethered to his house with a rope. And the 6-year old got on the balloon and let go. (Or at least, that's what they thought at this point.)
Several thoughts about this whole scenario:
1. Somewhere, there is a kindergarten teacher pointing her finger and saying "I TOLD you somethin like this was gonna happen! Didn't I?! Didn't I?!"
2. That kid's not in that balloon. He's under a bed somewhere. (I was partially right. He was in an attic.)
3. I read that the kid's name was Falcon. That was his first name. Of course it was.
4. I also read that the family was on Wife Swap. Twice. Of course they were.
I also learned a little more about the sheer cleverness of one of my coworkers that I really didn't think was all that bright to begin with. Turns out, I'm not wrong.
For example, as we were watching the whole thing unfold and discussing how they could get the balloon down, she said they just needed to shoot it down. Um...to their knowledge there is a six-year-old boy inside, so NO, they don't just need to shoot it down.
Then, she says well, if it crashes, it will kill a bunch of people where it lands. It's a 12' by 5' box! The only person it will kill is the six-year-old inside!
I'm supposed to be doing something really creative right now, but I'm putting it off...
Must go craft...
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